Once . . . 2008

A few months after a trip to Alaska, back home in Oaktown, I was creeping along in traffic on our very own Highway 13. After about 15 minutes of inching my car forward, I arrived at the electric sign that read, “WARNING, SLOW TRAFFIC AHEAD”. Then I saw it as sculpture… all of the cars bumper-to-bumper, side by side, snaking along between the hills and the false-front-forests, driving right up onto the glaciers, melting and mining them for oil.